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Swiped from teh Grouse:

Muzak meme:

1. Put Your itunes, windows media player etc on Shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS

If someone says “is this okay?” you say,
“Get Out of My House” (The Streets). I’m not that irritable a host, honestly..

How would you describe yourself?
“Murder on the Dancefloor” (Sophie Ellis-Bextor). That makes sense to those of you who have seen me dance..

What do you like in a guy/girl?
“Rules and Regulations” (Public Image Ltd.) You mean like, “don’t touch my stuff,” “put the paper on the holder the right way around,” and “stay on your side?” I don’t know..

How do you feel today?
“Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off” (Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong). Tomorrow is Monday, so that’s pretty true..

What is your life’s purpose?
“The Complex” (Blue Man Group). Oi. You dunno the half of it…

What is your motto?
“I’m Going to Kill Myself Because of You” (Attractive Eighties Women). Umm.. not really. Great band, though.

What do your friends think of you?
“Snapshot” (Art of Noise). Camera whore? Moi?

What do you think of your parents?
“Working Undercover For The Man” (They Might Be Giants). Er? I guess so..

What do you think about very often?
“Mo’ Onions” (Booker T. and the MG’s). Well, I am Italian-American and I cook a lot..

What is 2 + 2?
“Pay For Me” (Whale). I’m not actually that cheap..

What do you think of your best friend?
“American Jesus” (Dean Gray). She’s certainly the closest I’ve ever come to meeting Himself in the flesh..

What do you think of the person you like?
“Pretty Tied Up” (Guns N’ Roses). This thing is trying to make me look like an S&M enthusiast. Not my kink, folks..

What is your life story?
“I’m Gonna Haunt You” (Fred Schneider and the Shake Society). Hmm, maybe that’s actually my afterlife story..

What do you want to be when you grow up?
“Numb” (Dkay.com covering U2). Well, that’s pretty deep..

What do you think of when you see the person you like?
“Come With Me” (Information Society). Well, it’s about freaking time InSoc showed up. Makes sense, too..

What will you dance to at your wedding?
“Hell’s Bells” (AC/DC). Sounds about right, though I bet the bride requests it before I do..

What will they play at your funeral?
“19″ (Paul Hardcastle). Perhaps if I somehow die in the Vietnam War…

What is your hobby/interest?
“Intergalactic Party” (DJ Luciernaga). BWAHAHAHA!! My hobby is a mashup track I made as part of my hobby making mashup tracks. Thank you, MP3 player. That makes up for the S&M stuff.

What is your biggest fear?
“Chicken Soup With Rice” (Carole King). Actually, that sounds lovely. I could go for some of that just now, and I wouldn’t be at all afraid of it unless it were moldy or something..

What is your biggest secret?
“Eyes of Nostradamus” (Manfred Mann’s Earth Band). Apparently my secret is that I know the future, and crappy overhyped novels about me get made into crappy Tom Hanks movies..

What do you think of your friends?
“Electricity” (The Avalanches). I do keep in touch with nearly all my friends via the Internet, which is, erm, made of electricity, sort of..

What will you post this as?
“Funny Break” (Orbital). Well, it was, after a fashion.

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Six years of tradition has the blogger community sharing, and baring, their chests for the best reason they can think of – fighting cancer.

That’s right, the racks are back Oct. 1-8 and they’re committed to raising more than $10,000 in one week by unveiling Mother Nature’s greatest gifts. That’s right, we’re saying it, BOOBIES.

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A masterpiece of fast food sign vandalism, discovered last night in West Babylon: 1 2

A delightfully telling neighborhood watch sign in Amityville, found last week: 1 2

A mysterious photo that’s been sitting on my phone since at least July or August. I have no idea what it is or when I took it, but it freaks me out more than a bit.

Re-elect Saxon!

(I cannot believe that nobody else in all of Doctor Who fandom seems to have done this exceedingly obvious gag already.)

ETA: YTMND

Khan Paul in 2008!

By Spy der Mann over on Slashdot…

“The anti-MAFIAA Manifesto” (v3.02)
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Market Momentum. A marginal improvement in a massive move of millions of monetary units. Mobs maintaining their millionaire manors with a martial ministry, marauding and muzzling the melomaniacs who made the mistake of mounting multi-user music-sharing programs onto their microprocessors, mostly for an ear-mashing, mundane and monotonous munch of music, with a miserable “remasterized” dynamic range.

The Machiavellian Music Industry, the Movie Masterminds and their malevolent minions, muscled by the majority of the media, masquerade their managers as martyrs to maintain a megalithic marketing model, misleading the masses into malls like mules, macerating -no, milking- their income and molding them: With mesmerizing melodies, moronic mottos, mountains of merchandise and meticulously mannered nominations, those monsters mutilate the masses’ minds, melding them into not more than mere mammals, with a microscopic mental magnitude, matching the mud and the moss.

Myth? Misstatement? Madness? MATERIALISM!

Meanwhile, in their magnificent mansions, the mink-mantled magnates morbidly mock the minorities’ misfortune, while moistening their mouths in martinis under the moonlight, and masticating their meat and marshmallows like no tomorrow.

Those mischievous moguls magnify their monumental monopolies by multiplying their machinery: Digital Rights Management, DMCA, “Trusted” Computing (Mr. Stallman was not mistaken). Maltreating musicians, misusing copyright to the max, mirroring the Matrix by mining the government to monitor communications, marching like the militia to school meetings in the mornings with menacing memos, mirthfully mismatching mortified mothers for maleficent mobsters, mandating most into misspending more and more (or be imprisoned). Their main motivation is no mystery: Money.

Money! A metastatic misery, a muddling myopia, a momentary make-believe, a magnetizing mirage! A manipulating mephisto, which metamorphoses the meek into mercenaries and murderers, making them moan like Midas in a maniacal manner: “mine, mine, mine!!” Is modesty no more?

MONEY! MAY OUR MAKER MALEDICT THEE!

(Meditate my musing for a moment)

This melee, to maximize their market share. Most of mankind’s malignancy is merged into a man-made monster of mastodonic measures. A mammoth called MAFIAA. Months pass, and the multitudes mourn the ever-minimizing mobility of their mediocre minds, amidst marred music, meaningless media transmissions, and miniaturizing freedom. This multinational massacre must be terminated, but most men make meager or no moves, at most mimetizing their communications with muTorrent, masked by the mist of encryption. Is this illegal? Maybe. Morally wrong? Maybe, maybe not (memorize this term: Civil Disobedience).

IT IS MANDATORY THAT WE DO MUCH MORE, OR THIS MACABRE MELTDOWN WILL MOVE ON!!

Militate and manifest yourselves in the metropolis! This is a major command! Miraculous modifications start as a minimal idea in a man or a woman’s mind. Maintain your might! Manly move forward, and donate money to your magnanimous comrades, the EFF and FSF, for their mission is not minor! But if you malinger…

Memorize my message, merciless mice! You might enjoy your freedoms for a minuscule moment – you shall miss them in melancholy for millennia, after they become but a marooned, mummified memory in a mausoleum named morgue. Misunderstand me not: this moderate memento, amusing to many, may be a premonitory ultimatum.

A MAYDAY!

Merry to meet you, I’m merely a man behind a mask with a mystifying name. I am M.

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Recommended places to move to:

http://www.fsf.org/
http://www.eff.org/

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(Marginal copyright Message: May you multiply this manifesto as you mean, but you must modify it no more).